MTV Lyrics – Trippie Redd | NDA

[Producer Tag: Hitmaka]
Hitmaka

[Rob49]
Jumping up in the headphone
Yeah, yeah
Trip, what’s happening, b!tch?
Yeah (Lil b!tch)
Yeah, Switchin up my hoes remind me I don’t give a fu*k about em
Yeah, foe came straight from poverty, I turned up 10 million dollars
Yeah, Trippie my n!gga, no flow, you can’t tell me nothing bout him
Poppin outside with these sixes, (??) my sixes, (??) not no oxy

B!tch, show me 11, Ima tell the n!gga 11
Pop that p-, b!tch, turn around pop that pu*sy for me
Real hit caller, plus I’m a percocet bussa’
If you ever come in the jungle naked, I’ll kill the wholе jungle

[Trippie Redd]
Paint my whole house black causе I’m hot
Bazooka bullet built head b!tch, need to stop (Tuh)
The b!tch chopped, your friends chopped, you b!tches chopped cheese
Pu*sy n!gga tryna pop it, tell em pop me

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pop it if you poppin s*it, pop it if you dropping s*it
Don’t give a fu*k about an opp’
Money, Ski s*it, Money, P s*it, Money

She float across the room just to come and eat d!ck
Get that boy a brew, he wasn’t playing defense
I ain’t tripping too, I just popped a piece b!tch
Shawty want some blues, that’s a damn weak miss
All designer shoes, we can’t do that cheap s*it
Up this .42, I just damn peeped s*it
I’m the one and you the two, you a damn weak b!tch

MTV b!tches, look at all my hoes

MTV b!tches, look at all my hoes

[Rob49]
Yeah, Switchin up my hoes remind me I don’t give a fu*k about em
Yeah, foe came straight from poverty, I turned up 10 million dollars
Yeah, Trippie my n!gga, no flow, you can’t tell me nothing bout him
Poppin outside with these sixes, (??) my sixes, (??) not no oxy
B!tch, show me 11, Ima tell the n!gga 11
Pop that p-, b!tch, turn around pop that pu*sy for me
Real hit caller, plus I’m a percocet bussa’
If you ever come in the jungle naked, I’ll kill the whole jungle
Yeah

I done took so many pills, I’m a pill head
I done fu*ked on model hoes and I’m still liz
I done took some percocets with a bad b!tch
I done took some hits and I made hits
I can’t be the one that these b!tches stand with
I gotta be the one that your main hoe land with
I can’t, I got a crib could be on MTV cribs
I got a b!tch, could be on MTV b!tches
I got a n!gga, kill so many killers, he a killa
My b!tch, paint my whip black, I’m a coke dealer

Yeah, Switchin up my hoes remind me I don’t give a fu*k about em
Yeah, foe came straight from poverty, I turned up 10 million dollars
Yeah, Trippie my n!gga, no flow, you can’t tell me nothing bout him
Poppin outside with these sixes, (??) my sixes, (??) not no oxy
B!tch, show me 11, Ima tell the n!gga 11
Pop that p-, b!tch, turn around pop that pu*sy for me
Real hit caller, plus I’m a percocet bussa’
If you ever come in the jungle naked, I’ll kill the whole jungle
Yeah